This I’ve learned of love
It has its seasons
And I won’t reach for you
when you start to drift away
I’ve never seen the sands control
the passing of the waves
I’ll turn my loneliness into anticipation
Turning inside myself until I see
The pain of waiting makes it oh so special
In the season of your coming back to me
Oh the ins and outs of love
The games we play
To be close enough to catch
each loving pleasure that you send
To be far enough away to block the pain
To be close enough to give you
all that I need so to give
To be far enough away
to stay